Beyond Broken Beliefs

Her name was misery . . . And it was the only thing she owned. Any joy had now abandoned, Leaving pain that wasn't condoned. Somewhere, long ago, the need was Fed with false beliefs, that became true fear. And it created a new reality, where You could barely see and not hear. With time, the loss was seen by Most others, that would listen & attend. Yet their grasp of the heartache would only Repeat, and soon enough, it would only offend. The history of this misfortune, was Never owned by any fault or responsibility. As you bled and screamed that of a victim, With a passion lacking any civility. If change is beyond the present, a Future looks to be sad and solitary. Where extremes become the accepted, And the outlier beliefs, become hereditary.